The drugs were definitely helping. They weren't strong enough to knock him out or even dull out the pain completely, but it was at least taking away enough of an edge to help him breathe a little easier.

"God, no." Just the idea made Tony huff out a small chuckle under his breath, even if it hurt to do so. It felt good to laugh at something, though, without the fear that it would make his captors suddenly show up.

Which...now that he was out, it felt a little surreal to think about it. Even if it was hard to figure out what part was harder to believe - the fact that he was out, or that he had actually been living in Hell for months just hours ago.

Meeting Peter's gaze, he stayed quiet for a moment. "What...are you going to tell them? About what happened."